Life recently

Why hello there! It has been a while, hasn't it? Well, I have been busy planning my wedding and life in general, plus I didn't feel like blogging. I was actually thinking about cancelling the blog, yet I thought about it and decided to abandon it for a while. So here I am and I'm going to provide some information about how was my summer, wedding and stuff.
First of all, I didn't get my degree yet (booo!) but I promise I'm working on it. As for summer vacation, to be honest, there wasn't any. I've been at work plus we were dealing with a problem at my now-husband's job which resolved into him leaving the position and then there was the wedding. I must say I had good days and bad days. I had two fights with my mum, first one was about her not caring at all about her daughter's wedding, the other one came a couple weeks later, was even worse and was all about her interfering too much in the preparations. But we did figure out the best amount of interest in the wedding and since then everything went fine. Actually the closer we were to the big day, the calmer I was. The day before I calmed down my sister, who freaked out about not being able to do my hair and make up properly. I said I trust her and even if it did turn out badly, I am still marrying the man. In the morning, every woman in the house was anxious, as we didn't have enough time, and there were like six ladies and only one bathroom. Well we did it. And I must say it was beautiful! I didn't hear the guitarist's playlist before the ceremony, yet when I entered the church with my dad and heard it, I thought "That's it, that's perfect.". Ales's parents showed up (well, his mum and sister, father stayed home, as he doesn't agree with his son's leaving the Jehova's witnesses), which is a big deal considering the fact that only a week before we thought they wouldn't come.

 The ceremony was short and sweet, we were the most beautiful couple, the weather turned out fine, so our photos are marvellous and the evening party? Best ever! The night was quite warm and I managed to keep my dress on till the early morning (I put a white sweater on at midnight and a coat at two in the morning). There was enough food and drinks for everyone but we had almost no leftovers to deal with. Everyone had fun, there were no fights and no scenes, the dj was great (fyi, there was no dj, we spent four hours putting a playlist together which would be great and yeah, it was - actually, do you know the feeling when you're at the party and they just play your favourite song and you're like "Yaaay, I love this song!"? Well, the playlist was all our favourite songs). We went home at half past six, when all beer but three bottles was gone. Waking up at noon with a terrible hangover was a bit of a disappointment, however, we had everything we could wish for, no disasters, no fights no nothing.  I had two outfits. One wedding gown for the ceremony, lunch and a photo shoot and a white dress for the party. Only one pair of shoes though(they were brand new and well, dancing in the garden all night took its toll).

We did use some of the wedding gifts to buy a new refrigerator (funny story, when we brought it up to the third floor and after unwrapping it we found out it was completely broken on the inside, and then the delivery guys had to bring it back down and then it took like two weeks to solve the issue but now it's here, beautiful and working)and a new computer. We wanted to wait longer but sadly our pc broke down three weeks ago and it is a bit difficult solve things like internet banking on a tablet.
Right now I have several jobs, am still at school and trying to figure my life out. I've lost like 15cm on my waist before the wedding so I'm trying not to gain any weight any time soon. I stil sew and read a lot, but more bout my life later. Now I'm off to the museum (work again...)

Zebra crossing culture

I have a confession to make: I hate driving. I do have a driver's licence for over five years now, but since then I've driven a car...wait for it...approx. four times. I am just not driving material. I realize that someday with job to go to and kids to pick up from school I might need to re-learn how to drive. But until then I appreciate other means of transport. Trains and buses for longer distances, bike and walking for shorter ones. As a walking- person I do have several remarks to you, the other occupants of sidewalks and participants of feet-commuting (and some of them reffer to drivers, bikers, dog-walkers etc.). By writing this I want to start a revolution of walking, I want to bring some organization and culture to walking. Just so it wasn't such a pain in the ass walking through the town, you know.

No style at all

I know that "style" was more a highschool thing, but it is still around these days. Now what am I talking about? Remember the times, when you had to belong to a box, group or whatever you call it and thus you had to dress in a particular way. For example if you listened to hip-hop, the only option for you were baggy trousers, huge shirts and those baseball caps. I never got that. I never truly belonged. I never listened to one type of music and wore just one style of clothes. I love experiments. I love the fact, that you can dress up to your mood as well as you can listen to certain music. And these two thing don't have to come together. It happens quite often to me that I dress up in a very girly style (pink, red, flowers and everything) and then listen to Rammstein in the train. Some might say that I am a bit of a schizofrenic, because these things should reflect your personality. Well, what if my personality is playful? I love games! And fashion and music are games. Sometimes I don't have any style at all. I dress ordinarily and do not listen to anything because I am not in the mood. And sometimes I make up creations. I had a presentation about Native Americans in USA and I wore a poncho. Next I am having a presentation about subcultures of teenagers with my friend. I am planning to wear my Dr. Martens', leather jacket, spiked bracelets and just look interesting. It is not that we get evaluated for that, it is just that I love attention and I think that, well, I deserve it. I mean, I tell interesting information, and, to be honest, the only way to make them listen (at school) is to look interesting enough.
Back to the issue. I think it is not necessary to have a style. I know it is much harder on high school, when you have a group of friends and all of them dress alike and you just want to fit in. I don't give a damn anymore. I did, for some time. But people should not like you for what you wear nor what you listen to. And if it is the only thing they like about you then it isn't worth it. It was difficult, too. I know how much I tried to blend in. I didn't. So I became awesome. True story.

Babies everywhere

Every once in a while, one of my friends on facebook shares something about her fabulous child. Yeah, a lot of my Facebook friends have children now. Actually there is one new to the club these days. And she is aspiring to be the queen. Her baby is one week old and it (ok, that's not fair, it's a boy, so he) already has like 40 pictures on FB. Not to mention that most of them are blurry and really stupid. I don't get all the fuzz. I mean, it is a baby, ok? I understand it's the miracle of creation and everything, but it is a baby! They all look the same when they are this little and they do not change every day! I can't tell difference between the picture from today and two days ago!

Do you realise that this baby is something private? It is your baby and you are ok to have strangers see their (sometimes semi-naked) pictures? If you believe that only your friends can see them, you are being naive. Not to mention that many of your FB friends are people you met once. You may say you are bragging about your little muffin. Well, fine, but one picture will do, won't it? Also, there's nothing to brag about when your kid is week old.

Another reason for not putting the pictures online is the fact that your kid will once grow up. And these pictures stay there, somewhere, even if you delete them. And your kid will hate you. Because random hundreds of people have seen it as a tiny little thing which just pissed itself. \If you were my parents, I would hate you. How would you feel if your parents did that to you?

The queen of mommy's is one of...well, she is not my friend, she is an ex of my fiancee and we hang out with her from time to time with the gang. She has a 2 year old baby boy. And not only she keeps posting his pictures, she also writes statuses. All those things you should never ever ever say out loud in public is what she writes on her wall. You people still don't realise, that just because you can't see the followers, doesn't mean they are not there. Hundreds of people mocking you for doing this. And, also hundreds of those who the "aaaw" and "wooow" and "congrats" and "i love it" to everything you post.

You might say it would be easier to delete all these people from my FB friends. I would, but then there would be no one left, honestly. And I like to know what's happening in the lives of those I haven't seen for a while. But I know more about their baby's life. I know it's a huge thing to have a child but it's not the end of everything else!

Anyway, I will have a baby someday (as soon as I finish my degree) and none of you creeps will see it on FB pictures. Or here. Or anywhere. And all those precious moments of first steps etc. will be forever in my photo album. Which is printed and hidden in the bookshelf. Yeah, I'm old school.

But, not to make you all hate me, I must say this: I love cute pictures of children. I understand why you have to post them. But please, make it interesting for the viewers. Which is not, when you post four per day. That kid of yours looks the same during the bath as it did yesterday.

Fat or flat

I am really happy that many campaigns fight against anorexia, bulimia and the way media depicts women's body. I support all the "plus size" models, the ads with proper women, such as Dove:

And I thing that fashion industry is sick and just wrong. But the other side of these "everybody's perfect" campaigns is defending fat girls. Here, I said it. FAT.
The truth is, that S-size is not available for everyone. I know that very well. I tried to wear that, just like my mother and sisters do, but no. I happened to inherit the bodytype of my grandmother - big tits, wide calves, not being able to get under 62 kilograms even if I tried really hard (I tried once, stopped, because I felt just wrong). Never mind. It is perfectly ok to be size 44, 46 or whatever. But you just can't weight 120 kg and tell me you are perfect the way you are.
First of all, unless you have some health issue which keeps you from moving, it is just your fault and I believe even your laziness. Nobody wants to weigh that much. And everybody can try to change that. I know that my struggles might seem stupid compared to yours but they are as real as yours. I ride my bike everyday to work and back. I run, I go for walks, I exercise I do stuff. I try to eat properly and I manage to do so most of the time. I am not gaining weight. I'm not losing it either, as I stopped smoking this year and the metabolism kind of stopped burning calories. And every once in a while I feel fat and ugly. I could do more for myself. And so can you.
The most important thing about being overweight is not the fact, that you can't find fitting clothes. It is your health. Do you know what extra kilos do to your joints? Not to mention the impact on your heart, stomach and other. You get tired easily, you move badly and your body suffers even if your mind doesn't. You can change that.
Look again at the women on the picture. Different sizes, different shapes...all perfect. But I bet you that most of them exercise. They try to improve their figure or at least maintain the one they have to stay healthy. And That is what those spacially distinctive ladies should do too.

Just an ordinary day at work

Some days in the museum are extremely boring. When there is hot outside, people prefer to be sunbathing or swimming in the lake, so not many come to see the undergrounds. And with four guides that means you have nothing to do all day. Well, almost nothing. I finally managed to see the new exhibition and read some notes about the old one. Also I noticed some funny thing in the texts. For example, Prokop Holý is one of the Hussite leaders and his name is translated into English as "Prokop "The Shaven"". That would suggest that he had to shave his head. I do not think that the name implies anything about his hair, I don't agree with translating anybody's name, but when you have to do so, it should be "The Bald" not "The Shaven".

Don't worry, I judge you

So, I work in this bookshop (well, more like help, it's my father's and he helps me get through college) and there are number of things that irritates me. Don't get me wrong, I believe I'm a very good shopkeeper. Very nice and kind, always smiling, will climb up the ladder for you a dozen times even if you don't buy anything after all and still smile at you and say good bye etc. Of course, I smile a little more, when you spend some money (or leave a tip for the smiling lady behind the cash-register) but never mind. The important thing is that I judge you. I put you in boxes, I judge your music and book tastes and I admire you or hate you for it (the same thing I would do if I actually knew you), I judge the way you treat your kids, whether you greet me or not... And I now have like a hit parade of "Nope" (which is what I'd love to say every time you do any of these things).

I am a vegetarian... except for occasional steaks

To be honest, I'm not. I just wanted to say I understand you guys. A little. I mean, there are many good reasons for not eating meat. You don't like the taste of it, you don't like the way animals are treated, you think you are healthier without it... I get it. I am just not going to join you. And here's why.

It is OK to eat meat. What is not OK is animal treatment. And the fact that we produce more that we can use, so we throw away tons of food every single day. Not just meat. It's not only lives of animals that come to waste, it's other things. That is not right.